Chapter 76

The World Vegetable did not grow, or it would have really scared Nigris to death. However, Ang was clearly making efforts to grow the World Vegetable. He first thoroughly watered the ground, buried the seeds, and placed his fingers on top.

The seeds did not move for half a day.

Alright, the World Vegetable was not that easy to grow, but Ang was not at all discouraged. Even growing a holy mushroom required a control group, let alone the World Tree.

For this, Ang set up several hundred growth combinations. The soil included pure volcanic ash, mixed with bone powder, mixed with wood ash, mixed with farm manure, and the soil's acidity and alkalinity, permeability, and other factors were set up in over a dozen combinations.

Then, he arranged these combinations on both sides of the canyon according to different temperatures. In terms of temperature, the canyon's two sides were the most perfect places, with temperatures ranging from a few degrees at the top to several hundred degrees near the lava river. By finding the appropriate height, the corresponding temperature could be achieved.

Considering the uniqueness of the World Tree, Ang also buried a few seeds near the several hundred-degree lava river, but they quickly boiled. From this case, it was clear that the seeds could not sprout at several hundred degrees.

"Several hundred degrees, several hundred degrees! You still want it to sprout? It's good enough that it didn't boil! Even boiling water at 100 degrees can cook it, and you're talking about several hundred degrees!!" Nigris roared, angry at Ang's unreliable methods.

"Can it cook?" Ang tilted his head, found a stone bowl, and filled it with water using the Rain Spell.

After some thought, he cast a Purification Spell, then placed two seeds in it, held the stone bowl with both hands, and used the Burn Spell. A layer of flame immediately appeared in his palms, burning the bottom of the bowl, and soon the water in the bowl boiled.

After a while, Ang took out the seeds from the bowl, crushed them, and pointed to the still tender green inside, saying, "Not cooked."

Nigris's face swelled, and he covered his face and ran away.

Are the seeds of the World Tree so powerful that they can't be cooked in boiling water? What seeds can withstand boiling water? I've never heard of such a thing.

Even the God of Knowledge hasn't heard of it, which means it doesn't exist. In other words, the seeds of the World Tree might be the only ones that can withstand boiling water, but no one dares to boil them, so no one knows.

Being able to withstand boiling water means they can withstand temperatures above 100 degrees. Ang also placed some seeds in areas around 200 degrees, squatted down to observe for a while, and found they were not cooked, so he buried them in the soil.

He buried seeds in all kinds of places where they could be planted, including areas where the Wind of Rest blew, even though the Wind of Rest could destroy the vitality of all living things. But who knows, maybe the World Tree could withstand it?

He also selected ten plump seeds, soaked them in essence liquid, placed ten in the farm of the Resting Palace, crushed the skin of ten, and boiled ten for a few minutes, among other methods to promote germination. He didn't know which would be effective, so he tried all the methods he could.

However, the soil and air environment of the Great Canyon were acidic, so to be safe, Ang kept half of the seeds to plant back in the Lich City later.

Nigris was so scared that his scalp tingled. The World Tree was a sacred object of the elves, their god. In the vast world and the endless abyss, there was only one unique World Tree. The elves cherished it greatly, and any desecration or offense could provoke the anger of the elves.

One fruit contained thousands of seeds, but the elves only used one as a reward. If they were not desperate, they would not send diseased branches everywhere. If, if Ang really found a way to cultivate the World Tree and grow them like vegetables, what would the elves do? Would the elves go crazy?

This was very possible. Plants have their characteristics; as long as they find a suitable environment, they can sprout in batches. If they need a long time to sprout, it just so happens that Ang has the divine skill to accelerate seed germination.

To grow into a World Tree, many additional factors might be needed, but sprouting shouldn't require much, right? Just sprouting hundreds of World Tree seedlings would drive the elves crazy.

Oh, just thinking about it is exciting. Let's do it.

However, it wouldn't be finished in a short time. Only a few dozen seeds had been buried when the Black Warrior shouted from the cave: "B... Boss, your... your former boss is... is looking for you."

Nigris was the first to rush over and asked fiercely, "Your former boss? Did you contact your former comrades?"

This was a serious matter. If the Black Warrior contacted his former companions without permission, Nigris would advise Ang to kill him immediately.

The Black Warrior hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, no, the teleportation array wasn't turned off, and a communication suddenly came in. Only my former boss knows about this teleportation array, and it was indeed him. So I mentioned the job change, but I didn't say anything else. However, he wants to speak with the boss."

Nigris sized him up. With the soul link's compulsory effect, the Black Warrior wouldn't dare to lie. If it was just this, it was understandable. At this point, Nigris couldn't help but be curious: "Who was your former boss? Why didn't he require you to dedicate your soul? Wasn't he afraid you would betray him?"

"Heh, how could that be? But later, due to some special reasons, he erased our oaths and gave us our freedom. Our former boss was the Black Warrior Emperor Piero," the Black Warrior said.

Nigris jumped in shock: "What! Piero? He's still alive?"

The Black Warrior Emperor, the inventor of the Reincarnation Altar, the first artificial undead being in history, was someone Nigris knew well and was very familiar with.

This guy often got opportunities to enter the Bronze Tower and asked Nigris many normal 'knowledge' questions. The fact that he could create the Reincarnation Altar might even be partly due to Nigris's contribution.

The Black Warrior Emperor was actually still alive?

"Is he the one who wants to speak to us?" Nigris asked.

"Yes, yes, he's now called Anthony, the Cardinal Archbishop of the Human District of the Church of Light in the Material Plane. The angel and the others were all sent by him..."

The Black Warrior didn't finish speaking when Nigris hit the ground: "Church of Light? Cardinal Archbishop? The angel listens to him?"

The twists and turns of the story shattered Nigris's worldview. The Black Warrior Emperor, the mighty Black Warrior Emperor, had become a Cardinal Archbishop of the Church of Light?

Sitting in front of the teleportation array, Nigris couldn't digest this news, full of questions and not knowing where to start.

On the contrary, Ang had fewer distractions. He put on the scarecrow hat and asked, "Who are you?"

A steady voice came from the teleportation array: "I am Cardinal Archbishop Anthony of the Human District of the Church of Light. Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"Ang," Ang replied.

A simple name made Anthony unhappy. What did it mean? Was he being perfunctory?

"May I ask your identity?" Anthony asked again.

Ang tilted his head. What was identity? After some thought, he replied, "A vegetable-growing skeleton."

Anthony was relieved. It was clear that he was being perfunctory, but it didn't matter. After living for so long, could a little perfunctory attitude really anger him?

"Are you the war-riding skeleton Ang who used the Reaper's Sickle to take away Polk's soul?" Anthony said.

Nigris leaned over to the Black Warrior and whispered, "You're called Polk?"

The Black Warrior nodded.

"How did he know your soul was taken by the Reaper's Sickle?" Nigris asked.

"My companion didn't die; he escaped," Polk whispered.

Another Black Warrior didn't die? He withstood the Holy Light from the angel skeleton and didn't die?

But after some thought, it was very likely. The angel skeleton's 'Holy' light didn't add damage to undead beings. As long as it wasn't a direct hit, it wouldn't burn. The soil might have absorbed more of the damage, allowing the Black Warrior to escape.

Ang thought for a while before understanding what the other party meant. The Reaper's Sickle was real, but a war-riding skeleton?

"Yes," Ang replied.

Still being perfunctory? Anthony was a bit angry: "Sir Ang, honest communication is the foundation of solving problems. You captured my people and took my things, and you still have this attitude. This is not a good attitude to solve problems."

Ang was a bit confused. What did he mean? What was this talk about honest communication, foundation, and attitude? It sounded so complicated.

Not understanding, Ang tilted his head and asked, "What do you want?"

This time, it was Anthony's turn to be stunned: "What do you mean, what do I want? You captured my people and took my things, and you're asking me what I want? I want my people and the holy relics."

"Oh, how do we exchange?" Now Ang understood. He wanted something from him, which was simple, equal exchange.

Anthony took a deep breath. He understood what Ang meant. Capturing his people and taking his things, and now demanding something in return. Fine, very fine.

"What do you want?" Anthony asked, suppressing his anger.

The holy relics were very important. As long as there were bones, an angel could be resurrected with holy light. To be safe, he sent two more Black Warriors. If the angel had an accident, they could retrieve the holy relics. But the worst-case scenario happened.

The other Black Warrior escaped and told him everything, making Anthony feel even more absurd. The Holy Spirit Angel wasn't killed by the enemy but by the Wind of Rest, which it stubbornly endured.

Would anyone believe that? Were these Holy Spirits so stubborn? In previous battles with Holy Spirits, they didn't seem so stupid.

Maybe the higher-level Holy Spirits were more intelligent. This one-meter-eight-tall, low-level, weak, and stubborn Holy Spirit was infuriating.

But even if it was stupid, it was still a Holy Spirit. Losing one without a reason, even as a Cardinal Archbishop, was not easy to explain.

Even if he could cover it up, the situation in the Resting Abyss would be exposed. He had spent years making the Church of Light ignore this place.

The top priority was to retrieve the holy relics and cover up the incident. Once he had the time, he would deal with this Ang.

This question stumped Ang. What did he want?

"I want to plant..." Before he could finish, Nigris pounced and covered his mouth.

Nigris was almost laughing out loud. He knew this would happen. Anyone who didn't understand Ang would be driven crazy by a few words. If he said "I want to plant vegetables" completely, Anthony would definitely lose control.

Ha ha ha, although Nigris really wanted to see this, to prevent the negotiation from breaking down, he decided not to provoke him.

After covering Ang's mouth, Nigris took over: "Piero, long time no see. Do you know who I am?"